Little Did He Know . . .

Oh, doesn't he look so happy here? So carefree. Frolicking on the path at the zoo. He had no idea what was in store for him just two days later! Poor baby.

I mean how do you explain surgery - tonsillectomy, to a three year old? I know! Impossible, right? I tried, I really did. On Sunday, I told him that we would be going to the doctor, or docker as he likes to say, and that when he got home his throat would hurt for a few days. He didn't get it, why should he?

So, Monday morning came and I think both myself and Rick were ready to back out of the whole thing. We were just so nervous and of course, I just couldn't stop thinking about all the worse case scenarios. I won't share any of the gory details of those scenarios, don't worry!

Cut to after the surgery and I just can't believe how well it went. It was super fast and really, other than seeing my baby so out of it in that sweet little hospital gown, I kept it together pretty well. Once I saw him in recovery though, I did shed some happy tears!

We have been home and on the mend for a few days now. Aidan has really been on a roller coaster ride. At times, it's as if he didn't have surgery at all. He is talking, wanting to eat foods that he shouldn't, roaring like a dragon - all that boy stuff, ya know? Then, at other times he is a big bag of miserable unhappy! He is whiny and CRANKY and weepy and, let's face it, almost unbearable. The kid knows how to work the mommy. He plays me like a fiddle!

I hope that he will only feel better and better as the days progress. I know that's what is supposed to happen, I just hope it all goes according to plan!

The little daredevil deserves a quick recovery, bless his "I just had surgery, but I am going to scream at the top of my lungs" self!